I shake,
I drip
drip
drip
down.
A convulsing mess
in woman's clothes.
Oh pretty little thing
You've gone and lost your precious ring
And with it all you desire
Has been lost into the burning fire
Flesh on bones, on muscle, on thought
All wrapped up and overwrought
Fellow wont you hold her tight
In warm arms wont you plight
I shake,
I drip,
drip
drip
down.
Salty, wet, silly girl
Given in to furl
Sobbing for boy
That takes away her joy
He doesn't seem to know
How much you hate
His willingness to go.